If
I can describe what I feel in one word
You
will think I am lying
Why
you will ask
Because
I play with you
Because
I play with your mind
Because
you intrigue me
Your
mystery is my curiosity
I
want to get to know every part of you
Not
just your body
Your
mind
Corrupt
your heart
Steal
its purity
Instill
my impurity
But
I
have to stop myself
If
I am not careful
You
will become my drug
You
will be the one I want
Three
times a day
Maybe
more
I
will dream of you
Dream
of things I have not thought of in a while
While
I still have the strength
You
will remain
© thelma migue, 2013
A
cizoepoetry collection
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